Wide  awake  Station 


IN  THE 

[AND»f(HOSEN 


A WIDE  AWAKE  STATION  in  the  Land  of  Chosen. 
This  is  one  station  of  EIGHT  others  in  the  CHOSEN 
MISSION  where  the  Board  has  work.  Twenty-seven  of 
the  entire  force  of  127  missionaries  are  located  at  Pyeng 
Yang,  the  “wide-awake  station.”  With  them  are  asso- 
ciated 612  ordained  and  unordained  Korean  preachers, 
teachers,  Bible  women  and  other  workers. 

The  Evangelistic  work  of  the  Mission  comprises  11,007 
unorganized  groups  of  believers,  189  organized  churches  ; 


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A WIDE-AWAKE  STATION 
IN  THE  LAND  OF  CHOSEN 


N JUNE,  1915,  a party  of  American  tourists  were  on  the  Seoul-Antung 


express  train  as  it  pulled  slowly  out  of  Chungwha  station.  The  neatly 


uniformed,  gold-braided  conductor  came  through  the  first-class  car  and 
stopped  opposite  the  party,  politely  raising  his  cap.  “The  next  station  is 
Pyeng  Yang.  You  may  have  overstop  there  of  two  hours  and  take  Man- 
churian Express  at  five  o’clock.  Do  you  wish  ?” 

They  were  all  Christian  people  and  interested  in  seeing  what  the  Gospel 
is  doing  for  the  East.  They  had  seen  mission  work  in  Japan  proper  and  had 
stopped  a few  days  in  Seoul.  But  they  were  busy  people,  due  to  be  back  in 
America  by  the  first  of  August,  with  all  of  China  and  India  and  the  Philip- 
pines yet  to  be  done.  And  like  most  20th  Century  tourists  they  were  in  a 
hurry.  They  had  not  expected  to  be  able  to  stop  off  at  the  small  city  of 


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Pyengyang,  but  the  newly  changed  train  schedule  and  the  polite  conductor 
had  arranged  it  all  for  them.  With  timetables  carefully  committed  to 
memory  and  watches  more  carefully  noted,  the  party  of  four  came  out 
through  the  gates  from  the  trainshed  and  were  pushed  into  that  confusing 
mix-up  of  crowding,  yelling,  baggage  coolies  and  eager,  hopeful,  ricksha- 
men,  which  hold  up  the  traveller  at  every  station.  Out  of  the  midst  of  all 
these  strange  Oriental  sounds  the  tourists  heard  a delightfully  familiar  and 
pleasant  sound — the  honk-honk  of  an  American  Automobile.  And  at  the 
same  time  they  were  met  by  a uniformed  Korean  guide,  whose  brisk  and 
business-like  manner  made  them  think  of  home  as  he  said: — “Take  the  auto, 
please  ?” 

Pyengyang  is  no  longer  a city  of  slumber.  It  has  rubbed  its  eyes  and 
found  itself  awake  in  the  early  dawn  of  the  new  world.  Time  used  to  be 
when  sight-seeing  people  rode  around  the  town  on  donkey-back  or  sedan 
chair  ; then  later  came  the  push-line  street  railway  and  after  that  the  ricksha. 
P>ut  now  enter  the  famous,  fourseated,  finely  finished  auto, — the  new  rubber- 
neck-wagon of  Pyengyang.  Its  equipment  is  composed  chiefly  of  a three 
speed s-forw-ard-and-reverse,  four  cylinder  engine,  a reckless,  open-the-throttle- 

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wide,  Japanese  driver,  and,  chief  of  all,  a loquacious,  six-cylinder 
three-years-in-America  Korean  guide — who  collects  your  fare  and  tells  you 
what  you  ought  to  see.  He  speaks  any  language  made  to  order  to  suit  his 
native  countrymen  or  the  Japanese  or  the  tourist  from  America  or  Europe. 

The  guide  quickly  took  the  ladies’  small  handbags  and  led  the  party  to 
the  honking  car.  “What  do  you  wish  to  see,  Gentlemen,  Japanese  water 
works,  soldiers  barracks,  electric  light  plant,  riverside  drive,  or  Korean  old- 
town?  Five  dollars  an  hour.”  “We  have  only  two  hours  between  trains,” 
was  the  reply.  “Any  foreign  missionaries  in  this  town?”  “Missionaries? 
Ah  ! 1 see  you  are  Christian.  Gentlemen  and  ladies,  I will  show  you  the 
biggest  lot  of  missionaries  and  one  of  the  greatest  mission  stations  in  the 
world.  Ladies  in  the  middle  seats,  please.  Crank  her  up,  Natakashima,  and 
make  it  fast  for  W est  Gate  foreign  settlement."  The  four  cylinders  began 
to  fire,  much  encouraged  by  an  open  throttle  and  a small  Japanese  foot 
pressed  firmly  on  the  accelerator  lever.  A mile  and  a half  of  strange  oriental 
street,  filled  with  oddly  dressed  people  and  packponies  and  bulls  and  rick- 
shas and  queer  carts  spread  quickly  out  before  them  and  as  quickly  vanished 
in  the  wake  of  the  fast-moving  car.  Around  four  corners,  over  a small  hill, 

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CLASS  IN  PHYSICS-UNION  CHRISTIAN  COLLEGE 


and  the  car  slowed  down  and  the  guide  rose  up — and  the  four  tourists  began 
to  breathe  and  to  see  again. 

“On  your  left,  large  brick  building,  the  Pyengyang  Union  Christian 
College  for  men.  Proud  of  it.  Even  the  unbelievers  say  it’s  a mighty  worth 
while  school.  Eighty  young  men  studied  there  this  year — a fine  bunch  of 
young  fellows  who  are  getting  an  education  that  wasn't  possible  ten  years 
ago  in  Korea.  Wish  I was  one  of  ’em  myself.  They  teach  the  boys  good 
Chinese  and  Japanese  and  Sciences  and  the  Bible.  Idea  is  to  make  good  men 
out  of  them.  Dr.  Baird  is  the  president,  fine  missionary  and  he’s  ably 
assisted  by  some  good  solid  men — Bernheisel  who  tells  the  boys  of  the 
wonderful  things  of  history,  and  Smith  who  teaches  them  how  to  split  hairs, 
and  Mowry  who  trails  them  around  after  bugs  and  worms,  and  Parker  who 
feeds  them  mathematics  in  large  chunks,  and  Grove  of  the  Methodist  Mission, 
who  has  done  great  things  for  the  boys  in  music.  And  then  this  year  they 
got  hold  of  two  splendid  American-college-educated  Christian  Japanese,  Kubo 
who  teaches  the  national  language  and  Narahashi  who  fills  them  up  on 
science.  ‘Christian  College’ — yes,  the  label  is  all  right ; founded  on  the 
Bible,  teachers  and  students  all  Christians,  aim  of  the  school  to  make  useful 

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INDUSTRIAL  SHOP  “ANNA  DAVIS"  SCHOOL 


Christian  men.  Right  beyond  the  college  you  see  a Ivorean-style  two-story 
building- — The  Boys'  Academy.  Three  hundred  students  this  year.  I know 
a lot  of  those  boys.  They  sometimes  kick  about  the  school  but  they  are 
mighty  glad  to  have  a chance  to  study  in  it.  See  that  long  low  building  over 
in  the  back  lot?  Well,  that  is  the  Anna  Davis  Industrial  Shops — part  of  the 
Academy.  There’s  that  six-footer  McMurtrie  and  the  industrious  Gillis 
standing  out  in  front  now.  Their  idea  is  to  show  the  boys  how  to  work  while 
they  study.  Students:  work  and  earn  enough  to  pay  their  board — and  learn 
how  to  saw  a board  straight  and  plane  a square  edge  besides.  Building? 
Yes  this  Academy  has  only  the  two.  Think  of  handling  300  boys  in  one 
recitation  building  like  that!  It  has  far  outgrown  itself.  I hear  they  hope 
to  put  up  a new  building  this  summer  if  they  can  get  the  money.  Fine 
chance  for  some  American  Christian  people  to  help  in  a good  work. 

“Hold  on  there,  Natakashima,  stop  the  car  a minute.  I want  these  folks 
to  see  the  building  on  the  right.  Presbyterian  Theological  Seminary.  Gentle- 
men, this  is  the  biggest  Presbyterian  preacher  factory  in  the  world.  They 
had  230  of  them  in  the  making  inside  that  building  this  year  and  at  com- 
mencement they  turned  out  28  rolled-and-pressed,  dyed-in-the-wool,  thirty- 

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OUTPUT  OF  THE  "PREACHERS  FACTORY" 


two-coated,  catechism-committed,  Presbyterian  preachers.  They  are  Korean 
men  of  good  stuff  and  will  go  out  in  all  directions  to  take  charge  of  churches 
which  their  western  teachers  helped  to  establish  some  years  ago.  This 
Seminary  building  is  an  over-worked  plant,  all  right.  Twice  a year  one  of 
the  biggest  Presbyteries  in  the  world  holds  forth  under  this  roof.  Every 
Sunday  and  on  Wednesday  night  the  West  Gate  or  Fifth  Church  meets  in 
this  building.  This  church  is  full  of  students,  the  poorest  fellows  in  the 
country,  it  has  no  money,  and  hasn’t  been  able  to  put  up  its  own  building 
like  the  other  churches  in  the  city  have.  Hope  they  do  it  soon.  It  will 
help  my  business,  and  anyway  churches  are  a good  thing  for  this  old  town. 

“And,  say,  along  in  January  how  they  do  overwork  that  Seminary  build- 
ing. Last  winter  I saw  a thousand  happy  men  going  in  and  coming  out 
through  those  doors  every  day  for  two  weeks.  ‘Bible  class’,  they  said,  and 
men  had  come  in  from  everywhere,  a good  many  of  them  walking  over  70 
miles,  and  I knew  some  who  walked  in  120  miles  from  the  mountains  to  study 
in  this  class.  And  then  besides  they  had  in  December  and  January  in  this 
building  a Bible  school,  regular  course  for  two  months,  213  men  studied,  and 
7 were  graduated  at  the  close.  Just  now  they  are  having  a big  Men’s  Bible 

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class  for  church  officers.  Great  old  building,  this.  You  can  call  it  God's  big 
work-house,  always  busy,  never  closed  down.  It’s  been  built  for  8 years 
now  and  I reckon  during  that  time  ten  thousand  prayer-meetings  have  been 
held  under  that  roof  and  many  hundred  Bible  study  classes  have  met  in 
those  rooms. 

“All  right,  Natakashima,  drive  around  the  corner.  This  is  the  Caroline 
A.  Ladd  Hospital.  I saw  something  in  there  that  made  me  want  to  be  a 
Christian.  Some  country  fellows  had  brought  in  a woman  very  sick  from  a 
terrible  cancer.  The  foreign  doctor  and  his  Korean  helpers  seemed  very 
glad  to  see  the  poor  woman.  ‘Fine  case’  they  said,  to  one  another,  but  I 
couldn’t  see  anything  very  fine  about  it.  In  two  minutes  they  had  that 
woman  on  the  white  table,  there  was  a rustling  of  white  starched  aprons,  a 
clattering  of  doctor’s  tools,  and  all  was  ready  The  doctor,  the  orderlies,  the 
Korean  nurse,  all  gathered  round  the  table  and  stood  attention.  Then  before 
the  white  mask  was  put  on  and  the  sleep-dope  dropped  on  the  woman’s  face, 
they  said,  ‘Let  us  pray.’  They  asked  the  Christian’s  God  to  help  them  do 
that  job  clean  and  right  and  save  the  life  of  the  woman — and  chief  of  all  to 
save  her  immortal  soul.  Then  they  quickly  fell  to  work — five  pairs  of  hands 

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— and  in  fifteen  minutes  a body  was  relieved  of  a most  painful  sore  and  a 
life  was  saved.  I hear  that  that  woman  went  back  to  her  unbelieving  house 
in  the  country,  preached  Christ  to  her  people  and  brought  them  all  into  the 
church.  During  the  past  year  Dr.  Wells  had  421  operations  of  different 
kinds,  and  over  18,000  people  were  treated  at  this  hospital.  Many  of  them 
are  unbelievers  and  they  come  out  of  these  gates  mighty  thankful  for  what 
the  Christian  doctor  has  done  for  them  and  with  a mind  to  believe  in  his 
God.  Koreans,  Japanese,  foreigners,  all  want  to  say,  ‘Thank  you  for  your 
hospital.’ 

“Now,  ladies,  something  for  you  to  see.  Right  up  this  steep  hill  inside 
the  old  city  wall  is  the  Woman’s  Union  Academy.  1 have  heard  there  are 
57  varieties  of  Christians.  There  seem  to  be  only  two  kinds  in  this  town, 
and  just  to  show  there  are  no  hard  feelings  they  have  camped  out  together 
in  this  Girls  School  on  the  hill.  Fine  big  plant,  proud  to  show  it  to  you — two 
brick  buildings,  fairly  well  equipped,  but  the  school  has  grown  so  fast  that 
they  need  another  dormitory  right  away.  Just  think!  210  girls  in  that 
building  this  year  and  18  of  them  came  out  as  graduates  this  month.  Learned 
something  too.  Educated  women  in  this  country  are  pretty  scarce.  But  this 

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WOMAN  S UNION  ACADEMY-GIRLS  ON  WAY  TO  CHURCH 


union  school  is  trying  hard  to  give  the  young  girls  a chance.  They  never 
let  me  inside  those  women-inhabited  walls,  so  1 never  saw  them  at  work, 
but  my  brother’s  chum  married  one  of  those  graduates  two  years  ago  and  I 
know  he’s  keen  for  the  girls’  Academy.  Says  his  wife  got  lots  of  valuable 
learning  in  this  school — not  only  books  like  the  old  teachers  used  to  give, 
but  a Christian  education,  he  says,  has  taught  his  wife  how  to  live  as  well, 
how  to  work  with  her  hands,  to  sew  and  cook  and  care  for  the  house.  Miss 
Snook  has  been  principal  of  this  school  ever  since  it  started  and  she  knows 
by  this  time  about  what  a Korean  girl  ought  to  learn.  Then  the  married 
ladies  often  leave  their  babies  and  their  husbands’  stockings,  and  come  and 
help  her.  Mrs.  Holdcroft  teaches  the  girls  how  to  know  a bug  when  they 
see  one;  Mrs.  Mowry  pulls  them  through  the  mazes  of  mathematics;  Mrs. 
Phillips  keeps  them  busy  working  with  their  needles,  to  earn  their  board  and 
make  their  fingers  nimble ; Mrs.  Gillis  patiently  leads  them  through  the 
pleasant  paths  of  music  and  drawing;  and  Mrs.  Smith  gives  them  everyday 
lessons  in  ‘English  as  she  is  spoke.’  Yes  they  all  help.  Mrs.  Parker  has 
given  a lot  of  time  to  them  and  then  there’s  all  the  ladies  of  the  Methodist 
Mission — all  of  them  united  in  trying  to  give  the  Korean  girls  a better  chance. 

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“Now  more  for  the  ladies  to  see.  Natakashima  just  drive  this  benzine 
buggy  over  to  that  Womans  Bible  Institute  Compound.  Here  we  are. 
Here’s  a piece  of  mission  property  that's  mighty  neat  and  good  to  look  at — 
but  it’s  a whole  lot  more  than  an  ornament.  Here,  ladies,  is  the  Great  Em- 
porium of  Bible  Learning  for  Women.  The  weeds  never  grow  inside  this 
front  gate.  Some  busy  place!  I can’t  begin  to  count  all  the  Bible  classes 
they  hold  in  this  place.  System  ! W hy  the  government  itself  could  learn 
lots  of  red  tape  and  system  from  the  ladies  who  run  this  plant.  They  keep 
them  ah  classified  and  separated.  First  in  the  Fall  they  open  the  doors  just 
a little  bit  and  let  in  only  the  Women  Sunday  School  teachers,  teach  them 
two  weeks,  turn  them  loose,  open  the  doors  again  just  so  the  Winter  Country 
Class  teachers  can  squeeze  in.  So  they  go  it  all  the  year  round,  holding 
classes  for  the  classified.  And  then  in  the  Spring  this  year  Hiss  Dorris,  the 
manager  of  this  big  Emporium  gathered  her  chief  helpers  of  the  Missionary 
wives,  together  and  said,  ‘Come  along  now.  just  turn  your  children  and  your 
household  cares  over  to  your  husbands  and  let’s  get  busy  on  the  three 
months’  Bible  Institute.’  Looks  to  me  like  in  one  year  they  must  get  over 
the  whole  Bible,  but  what  do  they  do  next  year  but  do  it  again — and  they 

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all  seem  to  like  it.  The  teachers  love  their  job  and  the  Korean  women  come 
in  hundreds,  flocking  in  from  everywhere,  all  glad  to  learn  more  about  the 
Christian’s  Great  Book.  This  little  building  across  the  way  came  out  from 
Illinois  several  years  ago.  Call  it  Marquis  Chapel.  It  is  used  as  a Sunday 
school  and  prayer  meeting  place  and  is  the  home  of  a little  school  that  has 
no  name  in  particular  but  which  does  a big  work.  A school  for  young  mar- 
ried women.  It’s  on  the  job  three  days  a week  nine  months  a year.  It  is 
kept  open  for  busy  Korean  housekeepers  who  can’t  go  to  school  all  the 
time.  This  year  45  women  were  enrolled  in  this  school. 

“Ladies  and  gentlemen,  as  you  see  from  all  these  Chinese  inscribed  name 
plates,  we  are  now  in  the  midst  of  the  Missionary  Residence  Compound — 
‘Little  America’  we  call  it.  Fourteen  houses  here.  Wish  I could  take  you 
to  see  all  these  people  from  your  native  land.  They  would  gladly  welcome 
you  and  tell  you  better  than  I have  about  the  work  they  are  doing  for 
their  God.  But  we  will  have  to  hurry  to  catch  that  South  Manchuria — so 
just  a word.  Counting  men,  women,  and  children,  there’s  49  of  them,  and 
among  the  busiest  people  in  the  world.  All  the  way  from  Dr.  Moffett, 
President  of  the  Seminary,  founder  of  the  station,  whose  anniversary  of 

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25  years  work  in  Korea  was  celebrated  properly  by  everybody  in  this  town 
last  winter,  all  the  way  down  to  the  five-year-old  Phillips  who  pretends  to 
be  busy  riding  a motorcycle  around  over  six  counties  to  the  northeast, 
looking  after  68  churches — all  of  them  are  running  around  in  circles  trying 
to  keep  up  with  a work  that  is  fast  outgrowing  their  strength.  Take  Blair 
for  example.  He’s  pastor  of  a big  city  church,  pastor  of  40  churches  scat- 
tered over  three  counties,  must  visit  them  all  two  or  three  times  a year; 
Principal  of  the  Bible  Institute;  Chairman  of  some  66  different  committees 
and  officers  boards.  But  he’s  no  exception,  only  typical  of  the  rest  of  them. 
There’s  Dr.  Swallen.  His  circuit  extends  out  over  all  these  western  plains 
to  the  sea.  He  is  pastor  of  some  50  churches.  One  tenth  of  that  circuit 
would  keep  him  busy,  but  in  addition  he  has  many  other  jobs,  chief  of  all 
teaching  in  the  Seminary  three  months  in  the  year.  And  there’s  Holdcroft, 
Sunday  School  expert,  and  Bible  teacher,  and  traveller  over  the  hills  to 
the  southeast  where  he’s  put  in  charge  of  some  47  churches.  Busy,  yes, 
these  fellows  can  hardly  be  put  in  the  idle  class.  The  men  who  teach  in 
the  college  have  churches  to  look  after  in  the  country  as  well  and  extra  Bible 

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classes  to  teach.  And  the  men  who  have  the  big  circuits  in  the  country 
have  to  teach  in  classes  here  in  the  city  as  well. 

“That  new  brick  building  up  there?  oh  yes,  that’s  the  new  Dormitory 
for  the  Foreign  School  Children.  Just  put  up  last  summer.  Have  a fine 
principal,  Mrs.  Luckett  of  Washington,  D.  C.,  and  an  efficient  teacher,  Miss 
Fish  of  California.  Missionaries’  children  get  a good  education  right  here 
at  home.  Otherwise  they’d  have  to  ship  all  their  babies  home  to  their  re- 
latives in  America.  This  year  they  have  had  28  American  boys  and  girls 
studying  in  this  school.  Quite  a lot  of  them  come  from  other  mission 
stations  and  from  the  mining  camps,  so  a lot  of  people  benefit  by  this  school. 
The  principal  and  the  teacher  do  the  heavy  work,  and  two  or  three  others 
help,  and  the  children  get  forcible  feeding  all  the  way  from  primary  milk 
tablets  up  to  high  school  beefsteak  and  potatoes,  and  then  they  ship  them 
off  to  Mt.  Hermon  and  Northfield  to  get  some  more. 

“All  right,  Natakashima,  turn  around  and  take  us  back  through  the 
city — just  time  enough  to  see  the  city  churches  and  then  to  the  train.  This 
town  is  full  of  churches.  When  they  get  started  on  one  of  their  campaigns 
I can  hardly  run  the  car  because  of  the  crowds  of  Christians,  preaching  on 

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their  way  to  church.  You  Presbyterians  have  seven  full  size  city  churches  and 
three  chapels.  This  year  they  have  worked  hard  and  have  had  a lot  of  new 
converts.  During  the  big  winter  campaign  some  3000  men  and  women  in 
this  town  came  out  and  said  they  wanted  to  become  Christians.  A good 
many  of  them  didn’t  get  much  farther  than  the  church  door  for  a few  days 
but  several  hundred  stuck  fast  and  go  to  church  regularly  now.  That  little 
building  with  all  those  women  flocking  out  the  doors?  Well,  that’s  a house 
with  a history  in  the  making.  That’s  the  Pyengyang  Womens  Missionary 
Society  being  adjourned  from  a quarterly  meeting.  That  foreign  lady  among 
them  is  Mrs.  Bernheisel,  their  chief  advisor.  Women  around  these  parts 
used  to  be  little  more  than  slaves.  Now  they  do  things  in  their  own  good 
way.  Take  the  women  out  and  the  churches  would  have  to  close  shop  to- 
morrow. This  missionary  society  is  one  of  the  livest  wires  around  this 
Christian  power  plant.  This  year  they  have  collected  several  hundred  dol- 
lars— no  church  fairs  or  oyster  suppers  either — just  plain  giving  for  the 
Lord,  and  they’ve  sent  out  ten  women  two  by  two  into  far  ofif  country 
places  to  camp  out  for  six  months  and  preach  the  Gospel  to  the  Korean 

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women  in  the  hills.  And  better  than  some  of  their  brothers  they  are  good 
business  women — they  closed  the  year  with  a balance  of  300  yen  ($190  gold). 

“Seen  it  all  ? Well  I guess  not.  You’ve  only  seen  the  headquarters  of 
the  Presbyterian  mission.  Methodists  have  a good  sized  mission  over  on  top 
of  that  hill  too.  And  some  time  when  you  want  to  see  it  all  just  let  me  take 
you  out  into  all  those  country  towns,  far  beyond  those  mountains.  But 
two  hours  won’t  do.  You'll  need  six  months  to  see  all  those  300  churches 
of  this  Pyengyang  territory,  and  really  see  what  good  they  are  doing  in 
this  country.  Come  out  next  year  and  let  me  arrange  a trip  for  you.  Here 
we  are  at  the  station.  Thank  you  very  much.  Always  glad  to  see  guests. 
Ladies,  let  me  take  your  baggage.” 

The  station  clock  pointed  at  4.55  P.M.  Our  tourist  friends  worked  their 
way  out  to  the  platform  to  take  their  train.  An  immense  crowd  of  people 
had  gathered.  “Why  all  the  Christians  in  town  have  come  to  see  you  off!” 
exclamed  the  guide.  “There  are  all  the  Korean  pastors  and  elders  and 
deacons  by  the  score — and  what  a crowd  of  women  all  dressed  up  in  spick 
and  span  white  clothes!  Say  1 wonder  what  the  circus  is-”  “Why  yes” 
added  one  of  the  party,  “and  way  down  yonder  in  that  crowd  at  the  end  of 

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the  platform  there's  a bunch  of  foreigners.  Guide,  please  find  out  what  it 
is.”  “Oh,  be  calm,  please  gentlemen,”  pleaded  a redcapped  Japanese  porter. 
“This  no  big  thing.  This  only  little  crowd  of  Christians  come  to  meet 
honorable  missionary  lady,  Miss  Best  from  years’  travel  and  rest-’em-up 
in  America.”  The  Manchurian  Express  rolled  in  on  time.  An  American 
lady,  face  all  flushed  with  happiness,  came  down  the  steps  and  was  lost  in 
the  embraces  of  a mighty  happy  crowd  of  Koreans  and  foreign  ladies, 
while  the  men  stood  waiting  with  their  hats  off.  The  many  station  officials 
had  difficulty  in  persuading  this  oblivious  crowd  to  move  toward  the  gate 
and  make  way  for  the  passengers  to  get  aboard.  A clanging  bell  began  to 
ring.  The  20th  century,  rapid-fire,  hit-em-on  the  fly,  hurry-up  tourists  took 
their  places  in  the  first  class  compartment  and  settled  comfortably  into  the 
big  seats. 


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1,076  self-supporting  groups  and  churches ; 46,804  com- 
municants, 19,264  catechumens  and  109,371  adherents. 

In  the  1,181  Sabbath  schools  there  are  87,411  pupils,  while 
14,303  pupils  receive  their  education  in  487  schools  of  all 
grades. 

The  sick  are  cared  for  in  18  hospitals  and  dispensaries, 
over  107,000  being  treated  in  one  year. 

And  the  Korean  Church  has  given  for  all  purposes,  con- 
tributions which  have  amounted  to  $102,831.00  in  gold. 


The  Board  of  Foreign  Missions 
of  THE 

Presbyterian  Church  in  the  U.  S.  A. 
156  Fifth  Ave.,  New  York 


February,  1916. 


